Falling.

Darkness.

Oh the wind,

the howl,

the gut wrenching

nauseating terror.

Falling.

Falling into darkness.

Falling.

The thrill,

the ache,

eyes that strain,

muscles that tense,

falling.

The ground,

so far below,

seems suspended,

and the darkness

above is endless,

as I fall.

Falling.

Falling into darkness.

Oh what shall come,

from sky,

or from land,

to catch me,

as I continue falling.

Falling.

Falling into darkness.

Or am I falling?

Could it be,

perhaps,

that I am stationary?

That the masses of matter,

of attraction and repellence,

all orbit me?

Or am I falling?

Falling.

Falling into darkness.

Falling from darkness.

My body aches,

and I stare into the abyss

my approaching end.